Cookbooks The Chew Quotes & Sayings

It is not important to be what you want to be. It's the ability to be what you are supposed to be that matters. — A. Spencer

She loves him so
but he didn't stay.
The wind can't blow
this storm away. — Phoebe Stone

The parallel development in American blues to the British movement has resulted in Johnny Winters. — Alexis Korner

I never could get close enough to you. In the months we were together, all I wanted was to love you more, to become part of you. — Bella Andre

When men imagine a female uprising, they imagine a world in which women rule men as men have ruled women. — Sally Kempton

Yeah, I can dig that ... SUCKAAAAAAAAAA! — Kane

You find peace by becoming a source of peace for others. — Debasish Mridha

I must secure more time for private devotions. I have been living far too public for me. The shortening of devotions starves the soul, it grows lean and faint. I have been keeping too late hours. — William Wilberforce

why talk and say the unsaid words in haste when silence can speak the unspoken words? — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Sometimes when you're overwhelmed by a situation - when you're in the darkest of darkness - that's when your priorities are reordered. — Phoebe Snow

Every fighter has one fight that makes or breaks him. — Elia Kazan

I hope we have not sunk so low in American society that plain, simple, justice according to the Constitution must be regarded as a perk. Police — Naomi Zack

Writers who get written about become self-conscious. They develop a regrettable habit of looking at themselves through the eyes of other people. They are no longer alone, they have an investment in critical praise, and they think they must protect it. This leads to a diffusion of effort. The writer watches himself as he works. He grows more subtle and he pays for it by loss of organic dash. — Raymond Chandler

Sometimes a good love song can change the world and create positive energy more than any political song can. — Serj Tankian

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. — T. S. Eliot